Yeah... my day was just like that...

Some days I should just stay away from fast food in any shape or form.

I went to Starbucks because I hadn't had any coffee yet and it was nearly 11am... I ordered, paid and waited.

Finally, some yuppie/hippie coffeed dude named Kelvin or Phinians or some such squinted at my cup and called my name...."Satan?"

I walked over, took my cup from him and said, "Some people think so." and walked out.

What an idiot. Then I looked at my cup.

Yeah. I guess I can see it.

Later, I stopped by Whataburger for lunch on my way back across town. I ordered a burger with lettuce and tomato only. At a stop light several blocks away, I opened the bag and discovered "No Lettuce" and "No Tomato" stickers on my burger. Oh, crap. What did they put on there? Well, for starters, I got an extra patty, cheese, onions (ick), and pickles (uh-huh, ask my dad who wrote a whole jingle about me not liking pickles), and MUSTARD. Mustard and I have a history. When I was small, I gleefully put any and everything into my mouth. Probably half of that stuff was poisonous and my mom was forever on the phone with the doctor, who, a lot of the time, told her to make me throw up. So she would mix up a glass of mustard-water and I would have to drink this vile concoction (which worked all too well). Thus began a life-long aversion to mustard. Can't eat it without gagging.

So here I am with this burger-from-Sayre's-own-personal-hell. I scraped off the pickles and onions and as much mustard as I could. And I took a bite. The cheese rather overpowered the remnants of mustard, so it was only just edible. So I ate it.

The things I will do sometimes. But I think I'm making dinner at home tonight....